My body withers with the flowers
I'm convinced I am one
Perhaps I'm a rose, beautiful and deadly
Deceitful temptress, looks aren't everything
Or how about a lily, innocent and naive
Forever trusting, the victim of a child's gleeful hands
Maybe I'm a violet, deep and soul searching
Immersing you in waves of feeling
Ah, it seems it doesn't matter
Dead petals crunch all the same